Kinda over you but I still check your profile
Kinda over you but I still think about what we could have been
Kinda over you but I still think think of you when I see a kit kat
Kinda over you but I cant smell the roses without seeing your face
Kinda over you but I’d run a mile to see your smile
Kinda over you but a part of me misses my queen
Kinda over you but my heart hurts when I run our track
Kinda over you but I hope the memories dont erase
Kinda over you but..
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Christian Sanchez
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Instructions For Letting Go
Begin by choosing a quiet place. Not silence..... just somewhere the noise doesn’t argue back. Sit down. Let your hands rest where they fall. 2. Gather what you’ve been holding. The unfinished conversations. The words you rehearsed but never said. Do not organize them. Mess is part of the process. 3. Breathe without waiting for a reply. Inhale as if no one is watching. Exhale as if you don’t owe anyone an explanation. Repeat until your chest softens. 4. Stop editing the past. Do not rename neglect as distance. Do not call absence mystery. Clarity may hurt, but it hurts less than pretending. 5. Release quietly. No speeches. No witnesses. Just a small, private decision to stop reaching for what no longer reaches back. 6. When the feeling returns.... and it will..... do not panic. Feelings revisit to be acknowledged, not obeyed. 7. Finally, turn toward yourself. Eat something warm. Sleep without checking your phone. Notice how your name still sounds whole when spoken gently. If done correctly, letting go will not feel like freedom at first. It will feel like honesty. That is how you will know you are beginning.
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The Lesions of Devotion
Every day I set myself down on the freshly cut lawn and strip myself bare. I take my guitar and finger the frets and pick at the strings, listening for dissonance. My life is dissonance. I twist the tuning pegs until each string sounds bright. Then I kneel, calves pointing behind me, kneecaps facing forward. All exposed to the breeze. I close my eyes and play the melody.
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Sounds like you and I are in the same place. I wish you healing.
BLESSINGS. Healings to your heart!